Manipulate Me 1/3
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: Age gap, Dub-con
Summary: This is for a prompt on the Glee Kink Meme HERE. A massage is supposed to make you feel really good and leave you completely relaxed, if a bit sore, right? Sixteen year old Blaine gets his first full body massage and then some.
A/N - I don't own anything Glee related, just my perversions.
***
When Blaine thinks back, it probably all started at Thanksgiving just before his sixteenth birthday. The house was full of noisy family, dim lights and food for miles. If it’s one thing his parents excelled at, it was throwing a party.
He made polite conversation with distant uncles and smiled quietly at his younger cousins as he watched them try to hide their Brussels sprouts underneath suspicious looking mounds of mashed potato and yams. Taking in his muted countenance, his favorite aunt, Rosaline - although everyone just called her Aunty Rosy, leaned over and asked him how school was going so far. Blaine tried to dismiss the question and its deeper meaning with a casual, “Fine, I guess”.
Rosy tipped her head forward slightly to catch his gaze and asked quietly, “Is that that ‘Fine/Bad’, ‘Fine/Okay’ or ‘Fine/When can I get the fuck away from Ohio’?” She quirked her eyebrow at him when he startled at the curse word and he couldn’t help but giggle.
His Aunty Rosy just had a way of breaking through his polite yet detached facade. He thinks she knows him better than his parents do. She was the one to kick up a fuss after the bullying became physical in his sophomore year and got him into the prestigious all boys’ school, Dalton, as a day student to begin his junior year just a few months ago. His parents had known something was amiss as he seemed to sink into himself but it was Aunty Rosy who had waltzed into his room one day, plonked herself on his bed and refused to move until he finished telling her everything.
Well, almost everything. There was one thing he hadn’t told anyone, hell, he’d only recently admitted it to himself. He just wasn’t ready to let anyone else know that he...he...well he, okay, there was no other way around this....he found boys hot (and plenty of men too, if you went digging into his internet browser history, and really, he figured that at least Google must know that he was gay by now) and well, he really wanted to find himself wrapped up in between strong arms, lean legs and being kissed into oblivion by a hunk of a man. But he just couldn’t bring himself to tell even his wonderful Aunty Rosy this, at least just not right now. Instead she listened to him recount the months from hell, she dried his tears and rubbed his back. It seemed after that, that she’d taken care of everything; his parents, explanations, transfers, and scholarships...just everything and at Dalton he found that he felt he could breathe again.
Blaine took a deep breath and looked at Rosy directly. “It’s ‘Fine/Good’ mostly. Um, with a little of the ‘When can I get away from Ohio’ too. I, um, joined the Warblers, that’s their glee club, and they’re really great. I’ve made a couple of awesome friends too. Ah, Wes and David are cool but it’s Nick and Jeff that make me laugh the most. Man, they’re crazy! ” he said whilst chuckling.
Rosy smiled and they then had jumped into a whole conversation on private school boys, blazers and pranks. Rosy didn’t need Blaine to tell her anything that he wasn’t ready to. She already knew.
Later, over dessert, Rosy was recounting to the table the wonders of massage at the hands of Kurt, her gay masseur with wonderfully strong hands, who she’d met recently in Columbus. It was Blaine’s mother that made some ridiculous off the cuff remark about how about could some flamer have strong enough hands to give a decent massage.
Blaine froze, his pie-loaded fork stuck in mid-air, as he waited for the table to react.
It was Rosy who was quick to dismiss her sister with a roll of her eyes, “Oh for goodness sakes, Penelope, gay men come in all shapes, sizes and styles!” Her glance flicked over to Blaine.
He blinked at her and took a deliberate mouthful of dessert.
Rosy suddenly laughed, startling the table and all eyes were back on her as she gasped out, “Oh God, I just made gay men sound like shoes!” Blaine smiled goofily at her with pie stuck in his teeth as the table relaxed back into making mindless small talk.
As the evening came to a close, Rosy spied Blaine over by the fire with a younger cousin and sidled up next to him. ”So, Blaine,” she started, interrupting the conversation between the two boys, “Your sixteenth is coming up in a couple of weeks. Any present requests?”
His nine year old cousin, Joe, perked up and demanded gifts of Transformers for Blaine. Blaine’s eyes widened and he looked to his Aunt, shaking his head, “Oh God, I seriously don’t need Optimus Prime, Rosy,” not quite putting it past her to buy him Transformer bed linen or something.
She giggled and then straightened up a little. “No, no, I was thinking about a spa day or something. I was serious about my masseur being sent from heaven. He could work wonders on your shoulders, I’m sure. Your Dad said you’ve been putting extra time in at the gym. So, what do you think? A massage, hot rocks, or a seaweed wrap maybe?”
Blaine looked away, mulling it over. “Yeah okay, a massage sounds really nice actually. Or hot rocks maybe. But definitely not the seaweed please,” he said, smiling.
As Rosy squished him in a hug goodbye, he wondered what he’d gotten himself into.
***
His sixteenth birthday party was a bit of a blowout in the end, with a dinner with family at home on Wednesday and then a party at Nick’s house in Columbus on the Friday night with plenty of Warblers, friends and their assorted girlfriends in attendance. Aunty Rosy had kept to her word and had given him a gift card for a full body massage. No hot rocks or seaweed were mentioned thankfully. Blaine had immediately taken advantage of the fact that he was going to be in Columbus at Nick’s that weekend and had rung to book in with Kurt on the Saturday after his party.
As Blaine got out of the taxi outside of the Spa, he was so glad he’d not only remembered to bring his sunglasses with him but to have booked his appointment for mid-afternoon. His head was starting to pound again, the aspirin beginning to wear off, as the bright winter sun bounced off the white building. He’d knocked back a couple of shots too many during one of the silly party games last night and he was really looking forward to closing his eyes for a while during the massage.
The receptionist greeted him as he made his way inside. After handing over his gift card and explaining who he was, she quickly glanced up at him and grinned knowingly. A little befuddled, Blaine raised his eyebrows at her but she simply told him to take a seat and that someone would collect him shortly. She quickly picked up the phone and spoke quietly to whoever was on the other end.
Before Blaine could get too comfortable with a glossy magazine, another lady came out from the back, called his name and asked him to follow her. As she took him into a blue tiled room that was full of steam and a pleasant spicy mandarin scent, he realized that there was a full steaming bubble bath ready and waiting for him. His guide asked him if he would like something to drink, explained where he could leave his clothes, collect a robe and that he would be left to soak for a short while before his masseur would fetch him. He nodded and requested a large drink of water. His guide was back very quickly with a tall glass of iced cucumber water before leaving him alone in the room.
After shuffling quickly out of his clothes, he picked up his glass and took a deep gulp before setting the glass back down and getting himself settled under the bubbles. He sank deeper into the bath, closing his eyes and let himself relax as quiet music played in the background. Aaah, this spa treatment was going to be awesome.
Blaine picked up his glass of iced water and took another long drink; the chilled water was a delicious contrast to the hot bath water his toes were wiggling in. He drifted off as the hot water soothed him, letting his legs loll outward and the warm water rush into run over his inner thighs, over his perineum and up between his ass cheeks. It was delicious and his headache dulled into a barely there ache. A soft click of the door was all there was to announce a new arrival to the room.
***
Soft footsteps padded over to the bath.
Blaine’s head lolled to the side as he opened his heavy eyelids to see who had entered his sanctuary. All he saw was legs, miles of legs, supple thighs. He wondered what they would feel like if he ran his hand up them. He heard a chuckle, and then as the visitor crouched down beside the bath, Blaine came face to face with the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen.
His visitor watched Blaine’s face, taking in his hooded eyes that were sleepy from soaking in a warm bath, and pouty lips.
Blaine smiled softly. “Hi, I’m Blaine,” he said in a scratchy voice.
His visitor grinned back him and held out his hand, “Hi, I’m Kurt and it looks like my job is almost done if you’re as relaxed as you look.”
Blaine blinked slowly, watching the extended hand before looking back up to Kurt’s sparkling blue-gray eyes that had never left his. He grinned back and pulled his hand from the warm water to shake Kurt’s. His brain finally kicked into gear. “I’m sure there’s room for improvement. My aunt did say that this spa was heaven but I don’t think I’ve hit nirvana just yet.”
Kurt let go of Blaine’s wet hand and stood up then. “Ah yes, the rambunctious Rosy. She’s lovely and she just loves to gush about her favorite nephew.” Still smiling at Blaine, Kurt’s eyes flicked over the body submerged in water. “Will this be your first massage?” he asked.
As Blaine nodded, he realized that he’s naked in a bath, where the bubbles have started to disappear, and Kurt was standing there watching him. His long eyelashes fluttered as he quietly started to freak out.
Kurt noticed the look of uncertainty flicker over Blaine’s face and moved behind him before kneeling down. He put his hands to Blaine’s shoulders and started to knead the muscles at the base of Blaine’s neck to help put him at ease with the situation.
Blaine sighed as strong hands start a rhythm around his neck.
“Is there any special areas you would like me to work on or stay away from, a pulled muscle or a tender spot?” Kurt asked.
“Hmm no, not really. I haven’t spent much time at the gym this week with all the party planning.”
Kurt licked his lips as his hands started to move across Blaine’s shoulders. This boy’s skin had the loveliest olive tone and Kurt couldn’t wait to taste him later. He doubted that Blaine fully understood just what this massage would entail and Kurt was sure he could push the envelope further than he ever would normally. “Oh, a party?” Kurt asked.
“Um, yeah it was my birthday this week. We had a big party last night.” Blaine was hesitant to bring up the fact that he’s just sixteen. Kurt was clearly in his twenties, gorgeous and WAY out of Blaine’s league. Blaine didn't even know what league he’s in but it seemed obvious to him that Kurt had a boyfriend or a husband or like, a cult that was set up to worship his...eyes?, No, thighs! Yes, his very supple thighs. “Hgnh,” Blaine groaned as Kurt’s thumbs pressed in hard into the hairline behind his ears.
Kurt chuckled and he skated his hands across Blaine’s shoulders and then over his chest. “That’s it,” he said, “It’s supposed to feel good to get all the stress out.”
Blaine took a deep breath as the masseur’s hands skirted around his nipples, not quite touching them, drawing warm water up and smoothing it over his chest. As the hands swirled over his tingly pecs, Blaine found himself wishing that they would just slip over or nudge the erect peaks.
It was then that Kurt started talking again, his head bowed over Blaine’s shoulder, hot puffs of air gusting over Blaine’s ear. “Massage is so good for your mind and your body. It alleviates tension, improves blood flow, helps muscles heal faster and helps you feel calm. Massage is about trust. You trust me to take care of you, don’t you?” Blaine’s head dropped back to rest on Kurt’s shoulder, eyes closed, his face turned slightly into Kurt’s neck.
Kurt watched the boy’s throat as he swallowed. He leaned forward further, sliding his hands lower down Blaine’s ribs and scooped up more water from around his navel, bringing it back up to his chest.
Blaine’s held his breath as he felt Kurt’s fingers start to knead his chest, manipulating the pectoral muscles and pulling at his nipples. He let out a large gust of breath that turns into a, “Yeeees,” to Kurt’s question.
Kurt smiled to himself and backed away from Blaine, standing up. He walked over to pick up a towel to dry off his hands, he tutted to himself as he realized that his tank top was damp.
Blaine opened his eyes and looked over towards his masseur just as Kurt peeled off his shirt. He gulped. Holy shit, he's beautiful. All long lines looking like he was cut from marble. With wide eyes, Blaine squirmed in the bath and whipped his head back around to look at his own shaking hands.
Kurt heard the movement in the water and realized he may have just had an unexpected, arousing effect on his charge. He couldn’t help but be pleased at that. Blaine was stunning. His molten eyes and full lips made Kurt want to kiss the breath out of the boy. And yes, he knew he was a boy and not a man yet but oh, what a boy! Rosy had already told him about the gift card being a sixteenth birthday present, so Blaine's age was the least of his problems today. His biggest problem right now was the tight yoga pants that he’d decided to wear today, which would show his excitement at what was to come once he turned around. Kurt took a couple of deep breaths to dampen down his own arousal and put his professional voice back on then turned back to Blaine. “Sorry, the shirt’s a bit wet. I’ll get the oil ready if you’d like to hop out of the bath, pop your robe on and come into the next room.”
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Part Two>>
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: Age gap, Dub-con
Summary: This is for a prompt on the Glee Kink Meme HERE. A massage is supposed to make you feel really good and leave you completely relaxed, if a bit sore, right? Sixteen year old Blaine gets his first full body massage and then some.
A/N - I don't own anything Glee related, just my perversions.
***
When Blaine thinks back, it probably all started at Thanksgiving just before his sixteenth birthday. The house was full of noisy family, dim lights and food for miles. If it’s one thing his parents excelled at, it was throwing a party.
He made polite conversation with distant uncles and smiled quietly at his younger cousins as he watched them try to hide their Brussels sprouts underneath suspicious looking mounds of mashed potato and yams. Taking in his muted countenance, his favorite aunt, Rosaline - although everyone just called her Aunty Rosy, leaned over and asked him how school was going so far. Blaine tried to dismiss the question and its deeper meaning with a casual, “Fine, I guess”.
Rosy tipped her head forward slightly to catch his gaze and asked quietly, “Is that that ‘Fine/Bad’, ‘Fine/Okay’ or ‘Fine/When can I get the fuck away from Ohio’?” She quirked her eyebrow at him when he startled at the curse word and he couldn’t help but giggle.
His Aunty Rosy just had a way of breaking through his polite yet detached facade. He thinks she knows him better than his parents do. She was the one to kick up a fuss after the bullying became physical in his sophomore year and got him into the prestigious all boys’ school, Dalton, as a day student to begin his junior year just a few months ago. His parents had known something was amiss as he seemed to sink into himself but it was Aunty Rosy who had waltzed into his room one day, plonked herself on his bed and refused to move until he finished telling her everything.
Well, almost everything. There was one thing he hadn’t told anyone, hell, he’d only recently admitted it to himself. He just wasn’t ready to let anyone else know that he...he...well he, okay, there was no other way around this....he found boys hot (and plenty of men too, if you went digging into his internet browser history, and really, he figured that at least Google must know that he was gay by now) and well, he really wanted to find himself wrapped up in between strong arms, lean legs and being kissed into oblivion by a hunk of a man. But he just couldn’t bring himself to tell even his wonderful Aunty Rosy this, at least just not right now. Instead she listened to him recount the months from hell, she dried his tears and rubbed his back. It seemed after that, that she’d taken care of everything; his parents, explanations, transfers, and scholarships...just everything and at Dalton he found that he felt he could breathe again.
Blaine took a deep breath and looked at Rosy directly. “It’s ‘Fine/Good’ mostly. Um, with a little of the ‘When can I get away from Ohio’ too. I, um, joined the Warblers, that’s their glee club, and they’re really great. I’ve made a couple of awesome friends too. Ah, Wes and David are cool but it’s Nick and Jeff that make me laugh the most. Man, they’re crazy! ” he said whilst chuckling.
Rosy smiled and they then had jumped into a whole conversation on private school boys, blazers and pranks. Rosy didn’t need Blaine to tell her anything that he wasn’t ready to. She already knew.
Later, over dessert, Rosy was recounting to the table the wonders of massage at the hands of Kurt, her gay masseur with wonderfully strong hands, who she’d met recently in Columbus. It was Blaine’s mother that made some ridiculous off the cuff remark about how about could some flamer have strong enough hands to give a decent massage.
Blaine froze, his pie-loaded fork stuck in mid-air, as he waited for the table to react.
It was Rosy who was quick to dismiss her sister with a roll of her eyes, “Oh for goodness sakes, Penelope, gay men come in all shapes, sizes and styles!” Her glance flicked over to Blaine.
He blinked at her and took a deliberate mouthful of dessert.
Rosy suddenly laughed, startling the table and all eyes were back on her as she gasped out, “Oh God, I just made gay men sound like shoes!” Blaine smiled goofily at her with pie stuck in his teeth as the table relaxed back into making mindless small talk.
As the evening came to a close, Rosy spied Blaine over by the fire with a younger cousin and sidled up next to him. ”So, Blaine,” she started, interrupting the conversation between the two boys, “Your sixteenth is coming up in a couple of weeks. Any present requests?”
His nine year old cousin, Joe, perked up and demanded gifts of Transformers for Blaine. Blaine’s eyes widened and he looked to his Aunt, shaking his head, “Oh God, I seriously don’t need Optimus Prime, Rosy,” not quite putting it past her to buy him Transformer bed linen or something.
She giggled and then straightened up a little. “No, no, I was thinking about a spa day or something. I was serious about my masseur being sent from heaven. He could work wonders on your shoulders, I’m sure. Your Dad said you’ve been putting extra time in at the gym. So, what do you think? A massage, hot rocks, or a seaweed wrap maybe?”
Blaine looked away, mulling it over. “Yeah okay, a massage sounds really nice actually. Or hot rocks maybe. But definitely not the seaweed please,” he said, smiling.
As Rosy squished him in a hug goodbye, he wondered what he’d gotten himself into.
***
His sixteenth birthday party was a bit of a blowout in the end, with a dinner with family at home on Wednesday and then a party at Nick’s house in Columbus on the Friday night with plenty of Warblers, friends and their assorted girlfriends in attendance. Aunty Rosy had kept to her word and had given him a gift card for a full body massage. No hot rocks or seaweed were mentioned thankfully. Blaine had immediately taken advantage of the fact that he was going to be in Columbus at Nick’s that weekend and had rung to book in with Kurt on the Saturday after his party.
As Blaine got out of the taxi outside of the Spa, he was so glad he’d not only remembered to bring his sunglasses with him but to have booked his appointment for mid-afternoon. His head was starting to pound again, the aspirin beginning to wear off, as the bright winter sun bounced off the white building. He’d knocked back a couple of shots too many during one of the silly party games last night and he was really looking forward to closing his eyes for a while during the massage.
The receptionist greeted him as he made his way inside. After handing over his gift card and explaining who he was, she quickly glanced up at him and grinned knowingly. A little befuddled, Blaine raised his eyebrows at her but she simply told him to take a seat and that someone would collect him shortly. She quickly picked up the phone and spoke quietly to whoever was on the other end.
Before Blaine could get too comfortable with a glossy magazine, another lady came out from the back, called his name and asked him to follow her. As she took him into a blue tiled room that was full of steam and a pleasant spicy mandarin scent, he realized that there was a full steaming bubble bath ready and waiting for him. His guide asked him if he would like something to drink, explained where he could leave his clothes, collect a robe and that he would be left to soak for a short while before his masseur would fetch him. He nodded and requested a large drink of water. His guide was back very quickly with a tall glass of iced cucumber water before leaving him alone in the room.
After shuffling quickly out of his clothes, he picked up his glass and took a deep gulp before setting the glass back down and getting himself settled under the bubbles. He sank deeper into the bath, closing his eyes and let himself relax as quiet music played in the background. Aaah, this spa treatment was going to be awesome.
Blaine picked up his glass of iced water and took another long drink; the chilled water was a delicious contrast to the hot bath water his toes were wiggling in. He drifted off as the hot water soothed him, letting his legs loll outward and the warm water rush into run over his inner thighs, over his perineum and up between his ass cheeks. It was delicious and his headache dulled into a barely there ache. A soft click of the door was all there was to announce a new arrival to the room.
***
Soft footsteps padded over to the bath.
Blaine’s head lolled to the side as he opened his heavy eyelids to see who had entered his sanctuary. All he saw was legs, miles of legs, supple thighs. He wondered what they would feel like if he ran his hand up them. He heard a chuckle, and then as the visitor crouched down beside the bath, Blaine came face to face with the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen.
His visitor watched Blaine’s face, taking in his hooded eyes that were sleepy from soaking in a warm bath, and pouty lips.
Blaine smiled softly. “Hi, I’m Blaine,” he said in a scratchy voice.
His visitor grinned back him and held out his hand, “Hi, I’m Kurt and it looks like my job is almost done if you’re as relaxed as you look.”
Blaine blinked slowly, watching the extended hand before looking back up to Kurt’s sparkling blue-gray eyes that had never left his. He grinned back and pulled his hand from the warm water to shake Kurt’s. His brain finally kicked into gear. “I’m sure there’s room for improvement. My aunt did say that this spa was heaven but I don’t think I’ve hit nirvana just yet.”
Kurt let go of Blaine’s wet hand and stood up then. “Ah yes, the rambunctious Rosy. She’s lovely and she just loves to gush about her favorite nephew.” Still smiling at Blaine, Kurt’s eyes flicked over the body submerged in water. “Will this be your first massage?” he asked.
As Blaine nodded, he realized that he’s naked in a bath, where the bubbles have started to disappear, and Kurt was standing there watching him. His long eyelashes fluttered as he quietly started to freak out.
Kurt noticed the look of uncertainty flicker over Blaine’s face and moved behind him before kneeling down. He put his hands to Blaine’s shoulders and started to knead the muscles at the base of Blaine’s neck to help put him at ease with the situation.
Blaine sighed as strong hands start a rhythm around his neck.
“Is there any special areas you would like me to work on or stay away from, a pulled muscle or a tender spot?” Kurt asked.
“Hmm no, not really. I haven’t spent much time at the gym this week with all the party planning.”
Kurt licked his lips as his hands started to move across Blaine’s shoulders. This boy’s skin had the loveliest olive tone and Kurt couldn’t wait to taste him later. He doubted that Blaine fully understood just what this massage would entail and Kurt was sure he could push the envelope further than he ever would normally. “Oh, a party?” Kurt asked.
“Um, yeah it was my birthday this week. We had a big party last night.” Blaine was hesitant to bring up the fact that he’s just sixteen. Kurt was clearly in his twenties, gorgeous and WAY out of Blaine’s league. Blaine didn't even know what league he’s in but it seemed obvious to him that Kurt had a boyfriend or a husband or like, a cult that was set up to worship his...eyes?, No, thighs! Yes, his very supple thighs. “Hgnh,” Blaine groaned as Kurt’s thumbs pressed in hard into the hairline behind his ears.
Kurt chuckled and he skated his hands across Blaine’s shoulders and then over his chest. “That’s it,” he said, “It’s supposed to feel good to get all the stress out.”
Blaine took a deep breath as the masseur’s hands skirted around his nipples, not quite touching them, drawing warm water up and smoothing it over his chest. As the hands swirled over his tingly pecs, Blaine found himself wishing that they would just slip over or nudge the erect peaks.
It was then that Kurt started talking again, his head bowed over Blaine’s shoulder, hot puffs of air gusting over Blaine’s ear. “Massage is so good for your mind and your body. It alleviates tension, improves blood flow, helps muscles heal faster and helps you feel calm. Massage is about trust. You trust me to take care of you, don’t you?” Blaine’s head dropped back to rest on Kurt’s shoulder, eyes closed, his face turned slightly into Kurt’s neck.
Kurt watched the boy’s throat as he swallowed. He leaned forward further, sliding his hands lower down Blaine’s ribs and scooped up more water from around his navel, bringing it back up to his chest.
Blaine’s held his breath as he felt Kurt’s fingers start to knead his chest, manipulating the pectoral muscles and pulling at his nipples. He let out a large gust of breath that turns into a, “Yeeees,” to Kurt’s question.
Kurt smiled to himself and backed away from Blaine, standing up. He walked over to pick up a towel to dry off his hands, he tutted to himself as he realized that his tank top was damp.
Blaine opened his eyes and looked over towards his masseur just as Kurt peeled off his shirt. He gulped. Holy shit, he's beautiful. All long lines looking like he was cut from marble. With wide eyes, Blaine squirmed in the bath and whipped his head back around to look at his own shaking hands.
Kurt heard the movement in the water and realized he may have just had an unexpected, arousing effect on his charge. He couldn’t help but be pleased at that. Blaine was stunning. His molten eyes and full lips made Kurt want to kiss the breath out of the boy. And yes, he knew he was a boy and not a man yet but oh, what a boy! Rosy had already told him about the gift card being a sixteenth birthday present, so Blaine's age was the least of his problems today. His biggest problem right now was the tight yoga pants that he’d decided to wear today, which would show his excitement at what was to come once he turned around. Kurt took a couple of deep breaths to dampen down his own arousal and put his professional voice back on then turned back to Blaine. “Sorry, the shirt’s a bit wet. I’ll get the oil ready if you’d like to hop out of the bath, pop your robe on and come into the next room.”
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Part Two>>